“You seem to have matured overnight, you’re no longer the same Henry Foster as before... What exactly happened?”

Henry Foster’s heart skipped a beat.

This woman’s intuition is truly remarkable.

“Heh, I’ve always been mature, okay? You guys just never noticed before.”

Though alarmed inside, Henry Foster didn’t show a trace of it on his face, grinning cheekily as he spoke.

“Yeah, right! Keep talking!”

Jane Hall immediately rolled her eyes at him.

Chapter 9 Kicked Out of the Prefectural Committee Office

Although Henry Foster was joking around with Jane Hall, he knew very well in his heart that Jane Hall’s concerns were not unfounded. Tonight, he had thoroughly offended the prefectural committee’s Secretary Grant. Secretary Grant would hardly tolerate such a rebellious guy under his nose. What’s more, whether it was Mason Parker or William Foster, neither was favored by Gavin Grant. As for William Foster’s son, he had even less of a connection with Secretary Grant.

But, that’s just the kind of stubborn temper Second Brother Henry has—even if he knows it’s inappropriate, he still speaks bluntly, no matter who he’s facing!

A couple of days later, Henry Foster got up early, finished his morning exercise, leisurely ate breakfast, returned to his messy dorm room, lay down on his messy bed, crossed his legs, and started reading in a very relaxed manner.

After all, he was suspended for reflection.

Just as he was getting to an exciting part, someone pounded loudly on the dorm door.

“Xiao Fan!”

Outside came the voice of his colleague Big Lee from the Second Section of the Secretariat.

Henry Foster rolled off the bed, opened the door, and asked with a smile, “Lee, what’s up?”

There were two colleagues surnamed Li in the office; Big Lee was a bit older, but only in his twenties.

“Hurry, go to Secretary Parker’s office...”

Big Lee said, panting.

“Okay, wait a sec, let me change clothes.”

Standing at the door, Big Lee shook his head secretly—this kid is really calm, quite the demeanor of a general.

Soon, Henry Foster arrived at the door of Mason Parker’s office, greeted Andrew Clark, who was sorting files outside. Andrew Clark glanced at him, his expression complicated, opened his mouth as if to say something, but then shook his head and, in the end, said nothing, leading Henry Foster into the inner office.

To Henry Foster’s surprise, this time Mason Parker wasn’t sitting behind his desk, but was instead smoking on the wooden sofa in the reception area, with a newspaper laid out on the coffee table in front of him.

“Secretary Parker, Henry Foster is here.”

“Mm, come and sit.”

Mason Parker didn’t get up, just nodded slightly.

Henry Foster didn’t stand on ceremony, gave Mason Parker a slight bow, then walked over and sat down on the sofa to the side. His eyes naturally swept over the newspaper on the coffee table—it was “People’s Daily,” the central party newspaper, and immediately, the bold black headline “Constant Vigilance Against the Spread of Bourgeois Liberalization” caught his eye.

Henry Foster’s expression shifted slightly.

Mason Parker smiled calmly and said, “So, what do you think?”

Henry Foster straightened his back, withdrew his gaze from the newspaper, looked Mason Parker in the eye, and said with a smile, “It’s good, Secretary Rowe acted quickly. Now, I don’t have to worry about being interrogated all the time.”

Mason Parker was instantly covered in black lines.

This was really not the answer he wanted to hear.

For a moment, he had that uncanny feeling again!

“Henry Foster, you’re either a genius or a madman!”

After a while, Mason Parker suddenly said.

Henry Foster was also covered in black lines, not expecting Mason Parker to say something like that.

“Secretary Parker, there’s only a thin line between genius and madman. If Hitler hadn’t started World War II and only revived Germany, he’d be a genius. If Wang Mang hadn’t usurped the throne, he’d be a genius too.”

Henry Foster said with a wry smile.

“Heh, you’ve got quite the ambition.”

Mason Parker shook his head and commented.

This kid, whenever he gives examples, they’re all rulers of nations, peerless heroes.

As the saying goes, words reflect the heart—this guy clearly thinks highly of himself.

“Since this is the outcome you wanted, tell me, what do you think will happen next?”

Mason Parker continued, his tone still rather casual, as if testing Henry Foster. In fact, it was a test—when it comes to sitting down and discussing major affairs with Mason Parker, Henry Foster was still not qualified.

Henry Foster couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Secretary Parker, seriously? You really want to hear my opinion?”

Mason Parker said calmly, “Isn’t this exactly what you want? I’m giving you this chance!”

“All right, then I’ll show off a bit!”

Henry Foster no longer stood on ceremony and nodded directly.

Mason Parker found it a bit amusing—at least he remembered to be modest.

“Secretary Parker, I’ve already stated my views, so I won’t repeat them here. Let’s stick to the matter at hand. Since this article has already been published in the central party newspaper, it means the general trend is set. Next, we can only go with the flow!”

Henry Foster said thoughtfully, speaking slowly and clearly, enunciating every word.

Mason Parker said coldly, “So you mean I should be a fickle, despicable person?”